Hearing Qicheng's voice, Lengqingcheng had to stand outside the door, but looked a little uneasily into the glass door. There was no sound except two vague figures.

Frowning, Lengqingcheng subconsciously regards the woman opposite Qicheng as Dong Ying, just to remind him that young Ye Qi is already in the conference hall, but think about it, Lengqingcheng retreats calmly.

There's a quiet atmosphere running through the office.

Gu Qianmeng stares at his eyes and dares not move. He holds his hands in small fists and puts them on his shoulders.

Qicheng gazed calmly at her side face, her elf-like eyelashes, blinking moments, with a trace of blurred temperament, like a...